"Calendars" lyrics
"Calendars"
Please don't assume I could make it if you go
Darling you are more, so much more than you know
While me, on the other hand, I am hardly enough
I think you deserve more than all my sloppy love
Throughout these inches and years
I will be endlessly here
Long after meteors hit
I'm all yours (I'm all yours) until the calendars quit
I wish you understood the way you look to me
Honey, listen close - need you to listen carefully
There ain't another one I wanna be stuck to
Plus, who the hell else would be my completer piece, but you?
Throughout these inches and years
I will be endlessly here
Long after meteors hit
I'm all yours (I'm all yours) until the calendars quit
Beyond the day that I die
As true as blue in the sky
Long after asteroids hit
I'm all yours (I'm all yours) until the calendars quit
Throughout these inches and years
I will be endlessly here
Long after meteors hit,
I'm all yours (I'm all yours) until the calendars quit
Beyond the day that I die
As true as blue in the sky
Long after asteroids hit
I'm all yours (I'm all yours) until the calendars quit
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